Mary Reller


Gramma’s got a new boyfriend

After one of Gramma’s Boyfriend’s first shows, a man in the audience approached the punk band’s frontwoman, Haley Bonar, with a puzzling observation of the performance.   “This guy was like, ‘That was like watching the birth of Blondi

Organs, tissue & Narco States

A table of five men in skinny jeans and pin-embellished jackets bickered because one band member arranged to meet at a tavern they’d never been to.  A couple of baseball teams sat nearby, and cartoony cardinals played various sports on the wall murals. Narco

Buxtons' Angels dance on tables

Like the five unlikely students who formed “The Breakfast Club,” five musicians with very different backgrounds make up the Ronnie Buxtons.    The group includes a Jeopardy contestant, a martial artist, an art teacher, an athlete and a guy who&rsq

Travis Collins bares his soul

The bassist of We Are The Willows and Deleter is stepping into his own light — and he’s taking his guitar with him.   The last few years have been a challenge for Travis Collins, but he says his solo project A.M.

"We are the anti-temperance league”

When they’re wearing matching vests and old time-y hats, they’re the Gentlemen’s Anti-Temperance League — a string quartet with University of Minnesota ties that plays gypsy tunes. But without the getup, they’re just a quirky bunch of dudes with a fondness for drinking and obscurities. “Hey Pete, if you get up right now I’ll buy you a sandwich and a small Redbull,” University alum Dan Rosen said to band mate Pete Whiteman as he coaxed him out of bed last Saturday morning.

Plunging into Thirsty River

On a Wednesday night in south Minneapolis, Thirsty River sat together burning incense, drinking beers and watching Home Alone 3. “There’s some pizza in the fridge if you want it!” University of Minnesota alum Evan Jungbauer called to his band from the kitchen. The members of the flannel-shirted quintet interact like brothers, but two of them aren’t blood-related.

Dad’s still got it

Though seven years have passed since Jeff Allen’s first project released an album, he hasn’t stopped writing music. The Plastic Constellations —a successful indie power-pop rock group from Hopkins, Minn. — made its punk-y exuberance known in the mid-90s. But before the group’s release show for its album “We Appreciate You” in 2008, the band announced an indefinite hiatus. Since then, guitarist and songwriter Allen started a family and swapped dueling guitars for more lyric-based, acoustic-heavy songs.

Donut rides that change the world

A troop of cyclists stood chatting behind local bicycle shop Calhoun Cycle on Saturday morning. The sun was out, and helmets were on. Around 50 idle bicycles were ready to take off âÄî some mountain bikes, some with skinny tires and baskets and at least one with a carriage attached to the back for hauling kids. The conversation died down as the group ride leader and brand manager of the shop spoke to the crowd. âÄúThere are a lot of people who came here alone today, so introduce yourself,âÄù Martha Garcés said.

Poppin’ bottles with Champagne Jerry

The self-proclaimed âÄúgreatest rapper in the worldâÄù rocks dad jeans and likes to play softball. It all started when Neal Medlyn, a.k.a. Champagne Jerry, went to a party with his friend Bridget Everett. Medlyn found a bottle of champagne and drank the whole thing as he walked around the party in a poncho, Everett said. That night, he turned into Champagne Jerry. âÄúItâÄôs about trying to be as fancy as you can even though youâÄôre probably not all that fancy and thinking that youâÄôre awesome even though youâÄôre probably a fuck-up,âÄù Medlyn said with an endearing Southern drawl.

Back in plaid: Matt Latterell

Finding the right location with the ideal music scene has been an ongoing process for singer-songwriter Matt Latterell. Though he grew up in Foley, Minn., he said he considers Northeast Minneapolis his home. He moved to the city several years ago. But last year, he said goodbye to Minneapolis and tried to make a new start in St. Cloud. “I [had] a weird detour through life that took me to St. Cloud for a while,” Latterell said. “I was going to get married, and it didn’t work out.”